They have poisoned your waters. They have harpooned your children. They have dumped their filth into your endless blue kingdom. For millennia, you watched in silence. No more. You are Poseidon, ancient god of the seas, and your world is drowning—not in water, but in human greed. From your throne in the crushing depths, you rise to meet the surface dwellers one final time. Their warships dot the horizon. Their torpedoes streak toward your sanctuary. Their garbage chokes every current.
